An illustrious man had a worthy son who died. Being asked what he desired to be written upon the sarcophagus of the tomb, he replied: `The verses of the glorious book? are deserving of more honour than to be written on such a spot, where they would be injured by the lapse of time, would be walked upon by persons passing by and urinated upon by dogs. If anything is necessarily to be written, let what follows suffice:

 Wah! How-every time the plants in the garden 
 Sprouted-glad became my heart. 
 Pass by, O friend, that in the spring 
 Thou mayest see plants sprouting from my loam.?